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Nightfall: Chapter 2
Two years after the events of Dream Drop Distance, the Darkness became so great that it swallowed the worlds, locking them away within its merciless abyss.
Twilight Town, now covered in eternal night, stands as one of last Sanctuaries of Light. It is where players begin their journey.
Ever resourceful, the Moogles have created a safe place for refugees. They have charged the Denizens of Light with finding Castle Oblivion: it holds a key to the puzzle of the lost worlds.
But within the dark shadows of the sanctuary world a powerful dark force still looms, waiting to strike. Each survivor must choose whether to go to Castle Oblivion or stay behind to protect the world from the dragon that lurks in the shadows.
Age: 5 years (though in his world 1 year correspond to 4, so that would make him 20 years old).
Position: Neutral Good.
Cure: All of Yoru’s magical capability in one spell. It was learned by training with his tribe’s elders since childhood. With his magic he can heal any minor wounds and, though he can’t cure the worse ones, the magic can anesthetize them to make the pain bearable. On his tribe there was no knowledge about healing anybody than themselves, so he does not know how to channel his magic to other person. It has a 6 posts cooldown due his inexperience in handling magic.
Survival: Yoru have a keen sense for survival in uncharted areas. He has a natural sense of direction, instinct to where to look for food and water. The young man is very strategy dependable, as he’s accustomed to fight opponents physically stronger them himself and his only hope for winning lies in strategy and traps.
Swordsmanship: His weapon, the Rigonlay, resemble a sword, so it is correct to say that he can handle himself with such weapons. His many years training nonstop to be a hunter made his skills brute, without any grasp of technique, but instead with increased effectiveness, as his tribe aim to knock out the target in one or two blows.
Weapon/Items: Rigonlay: A rudimental weapon made solely from animal material. The raw mater consist of bones, nails and pelt from the Rigons. Rigons are reptilians that closely resembles dinosaurs. They are bipeds that have some kind of nail like structure that acts like blades. That nails cover from the elbow to the hand, which only has two fingers with no normal nails. They do not have tooth and use the “nailblades” to chew their prey. That is why Yoru’s tribe can made such incredible weapons from them.
A Rigonlay consists of the largest and sturdy bone of a Rigon (their femur) with pelt around the handle so it accommodates the hand. One nail is used to sharpen the other and so it is inlaid at the bone with the sole purpose to cut. So a Rigonlay is only one edged and it have to be managed much like a Japanese sword. His Rigonlay is larger and sharper than usual and he always carries it in his hand, as there is no sheath.
Ring: A simple ring crafted by his mother made from woods and a little dark stone engraved on its front. Yoru suspects she chose that stone because she knows about his passion for the night.
Pendant: A Necklace with a little dark stone (same as the one in the ring) made for Yoru by Tomo, his wife. Yoru suspects that she has been working on it since childhood, as it is an incredible handcraft work made from animal pelt and feathers, but nothing as gaudy as the little dark stone.
Appearance: Not a tall person (5’7), Yoru is thin, but has enough muscles to define a strong body in his 147 lbs. His hair is darker than the night he so adores and long enough to reach his shoulders. It is a tangled not soft, but incredibly attention-getting and voluminous. His eyes, in contrast to his black hair, resemble the hue of a snowflake with its light blue iris. His tanned skin is almost impeccably smooth for a hunter man, only stained by some scars scattered around his body. The most visible ones being a risk between his cheek and right ear, an X like in his right arm and a large round one in his right thigh.
The clothes of the people of his tribe are all green, so his not being different. A greenish pelt covered the areas that the suns most bashed, like his neck, shoulders, chest and back. His arms and belly was totally uncovered as well as his thighs and foots. A greenish pelt of the same material was around his waist like some miniskirt. It was too around bellow his knees until his ankles to protect from some crawling poison animals (they rarely bite the foot as they seems to think that if they aim higher it would be more effective).
When in Twilight Town the man traded his tribe clothes for entirely new ones! He seemed even younger then he was (easily mistaken as seventeen years old). The darkness now covered the man, because he chose only the darkest color tones. A dark blue shirt under some black jacket with sleeves halfway arm (light blue details on the ends). He now was wearing dark blue trousers and the blackest shoes he could find. His Rigonlay always on the right hand. The necklace with the black stone was now camouflaged in front of the dark blue shirt, but the ring still stood attention-getting as always.
Personality: Yoru is an adult with a lot of childish traits. His curiosity above all, he seems like a child asking about anything he does not understand with utmost interest. Yoru’s fascination towards the night sky remains from his child attitude. When the sky is dark and the moon can be seen Yoru is like a totally different person. He turns into a happy, positive and energetic man.
Even though some child traits remain, Yoru’s still a matured man with ideals and objectives of his own. He has belief on honor, on some kind of code that every man should follow in order to be an acceptable human being. So, because of that, he is always willing to help women, a normal thing to do in his matriarchal tribe. It could lead him to be misguided easily, but he does not care and is not willing to change. Other than that he is a social person to both sexes.
His goal is to finish the rite and come back safely to his original world and finally see his child. He has a desire to be the first father on the tribe to actually see the growth of a child, to love it unconditionally (even though he already loves him, but he does not notice) and teach him how to be a good man (or woman, he does not know even the sex of the baby). Good or evil are present in every object as do light and darkness and he knows that. He does not believe that a person could be entirely good or bad, so that’s why he would not hesitate to do anything in order to make it back to his world unless it hurt his code (as it would make no difference, hurting his code he would not acknowledge himself as a man).
He already carries that secret with himself. He is no hero even though everyone believes him to be and that was the first (and last) time he breached his code. That is why he became deep, a lot more matured and strict with his code. If he would have to lie to anybody again to make himself a man he would be even more disgusted at himself and the consequences would be unknown.
Original World: Two Suns World (unnamed by his tribe) Current World: Twilight Town
History: The world he came into was a vast one and little did they know of it. The healthy boy born from the first part of the rite never came to know his father, victim of the damnation that all of the men of their modest tribe would have to face at their fifth anniversary.
Yoru was born in the middle of the night, something quite rare in their world. He grew up much like all of the other kids of their community: most of the time playing by the fields near the village and, as soon as possible, learning how to heal small wounds and alleviate the pain of the greater ones, which is very important when hunting. By the time he accomplished one year old, like the rules say, his physical train began. He was given the most lethal weapon of their world, the Rigonlay, and thus accompanied the grown-ups in their hunts.
Later in that year he and his mother sat at the top of a hill to watch the sunset. He asked his mother what was going on, as he did not understand why the colors of the world were fading. She answered smiling, passionately: “This, my child, is called night. Once in a year our suns hide one behind another and let themselves rest to recharge their strengths, so that white thing…” And she appoints to the transparent nearly invisible round thing in the twilight sky. “… called moon softly let her rays of light shower on us as a substitute for the tired suns.” The boy is surprised as she smiles and patiently says: “Yes, my dear, you were born in a night like this one.” As soon as the darkness engulfed the world and the tender white rays gave color to all things the mother and child began to commemorate his birthday. That night, Yoru got to know more about himself and his love for the silence and the darkness of the night.
He matured a lot in the consequent year, so much that he has decided to get the materials to his own Rigonlay in the middle of the year of his third birthday. The motive behind his decision was simple enough: to avoid the certain death imposed by their rigorous rite. The rite consisted of two parts.
First: when the boys of the tribe pass their fourth birthday they need to find a wife (mostly arranged marriages) and make her pregnant. If not successful in the first task given to them they can’t be treated as men anymore and live their lives as women in the village. If succeeded, obviously they make to the second part of the trial.
Second: on their fifth birthday’s day they make the preparations for their certain death. The man’s favorite weapon in hand and all possible objects that carries with then home’s memories within their bodies. Now the man has to face the pure darkness: a hole in the ground with nothing more than darkness. It is technically wrong to call it a hole, because the earth was not excavated. It was merely darkness together somehow crawling within each other, against each other in the most unexpected ways. Not even the light of the sun could shine upon it, because somehow it absorbed all light into its eternal void. All that the tribe’s men need to do to accomplish their rite is jump into it and come back alive. Not a single soul ever succeeded.
Yoru could not stain his honor as a man by simply not passing the first trial on purpose, but still he did not wanted to die at such a young age, so he came with a perfect plan: to hunt alone an adult male Rigon and make his own Rigonlay. It was hard, he would probably die in the process, but if, by a small possibility (and a help of the divine) he could manage it the village elders would have to accept him as a man even without the rite. With this in mind he left the village only with his Rigonlay aiming to stay alive, to be the first father to actually see his child grow.
The search was harsh. He almost died of starvation at least twice in his path. He was made prey by some larger animals, had fierce battles for survival with many lesser Rigons and, from the larger wounds at these battles, his permanent scars made their debut. He came to fight a male adult Rigon once, but he had to retreat because he had an arm broken during the battle (and he barely made it!). His healing skills never played such role in his life.
The night that marked his fourth birthday was lonely in the woods. He reached a forest never seen by his tribe and he was certain that it was lair of the Rigons. His shock when he found a Rigon so big that the others in his village would probably doubt his words was amplified by a simple fact: it was dead. It was at least six times his height. His wounds stated clearly that an even bigger and fiercer animal was around. It was not cowardice, but simply a human natural instinct to preserve life that made the boy collect Rigonlay materials on the downed animal and ran back to his home as fast as he could. Nobody needs to know that he did not really kill an adult male Rigonlay by his own (he came to the conclusion by than that it was impossible to do alone).
The travel back to the tribe’s village was an easy and fast one. Soon he reached the center of the plains and reached his home. The entire village welcomed him with a party and he was made hero, for “his Rigonlay would be the best piece of work of the history of their tribe”, said the blacksmith. Hero, but not man. The elder council still persisted that the rite was needed and then his best friend, Tomo, was appointed as his wife.
Many things crossed his mind, such as run away, convince other boys to boycott the rite, kill the elder council and even suicide, but his wife convinced him that it would do any good but destroy the village that he loves so much. Even though he hates the strictness, he loves the people and the old women treated him well. He still could not see his friend as a lover, but he made her pregnant and passed on the first trial. The night came and Yoru was not amazed by its beauty as it marked the date of his doom. He could not meet his unborn child, he could not love his wife as such and he could not say farewell to his mother. He discovered that life was short, that there were so many things that he wanted to do, so many things that he could change in the world. With the best of the Rigonlays on his right hand, a pendant made by his wife around the neck and a ring crafted by his mother on his finger, the boy jumped to his death. The darkness attracted him, embraced him, made him feel cold yet safe. Before his conscious faded he stated with a short smile that it was not the end, but the beginning.
He woke with sunshine on his eyes. He was on a strange place made of a strange hard material with some strange houses around him. Even though he was on such a strange place, only one thing could catch his attention: the orange sky. It was sunset! Night should soon fall! And he walked around attracting all kind of looks (his clothes was not normal to them) exploring the new ambient.
Role Playing Sample: The child followed his mother with doubt in his eyes. They walked through a path all the way up to a hill with wide open vision to the horizon and the two glowing orbs, one yellow (almost white) and the other more reddish as if it was dying. Yoru always wondered why the suns differed in colors but no one could answer him properly. All he knew was that for some strange reason they are extremely close to one another and extremely close to the earth in the horizon. Will they fall? His mother brought him here to see the apocalypse? These questions were never asked out loud. They sat at the best place to watch it and looked at the landscape as it was slowly changing colors. He often climbed all the way here to see that lonely big tree on the middle of the fields. All other trees are distant as if trying to avoid being near it. Soon the sky and the clouds took the gradation of orange, from the lightest yellow to the darkest red, painting all the visible things with these hues. Fear and expectation took hold of the boy and he no longer could bear the silence. He broke it.
“Why the suns are falling down to earth? Why the colors are slowly fading? Are we going to die?”
His mother smiled to him. The silence persisted for a couple of minutes when she suddenly answered.
“This, my child, is called night. Once in a year our suns hide one behind another and let themselves rest to recharge their strengths, so that white thing…” And she appoints to the transparent nearly invisible round thing in the twilight sky. “… called moon softly let her rays of light shower on us as a substitute for the tired suns.”
The boy scratched his dark hair trying to make sense out of his mother words. He could not understand why it happened, (just as he could not understand why one of the suns is red) but one thing is for sure. He expected that day not because of that phenomenon called night, but because it would make a year since he was born. His mother laughed and broke the silence again.
“Yes, my dear, you were born in a night like this one.”
The silence was their friend again. Yoru watched the sunset without fear now, he watched as darkness took place the world. It was so beautiful! He then finally perceived that the colors could completely change the feeling that an object pass. The big tree standing completely alone in the middle of the field always sent that image of loneliness to Yoru, but now in the darkness she seemed so powerful, so fearful, so incredible and mysterious. Everything during the darkness of the night passes that sense of mystery, that duality of fear and curiosity that attracts and deviate Yoru at the same time. He came to the conclusion that he loved the night. Why was it so rare? Wouldn’t it be great if it was night all the time? He dreamed for a while of such place when a voice called out to him. It was not his mother, but Tomo, his best female friend.
“Yoru! Let’s play!”
And then the boy left his philosophical thinking behind and went to play under the moonlight.
Update! (01/06/2013) - Appearance change: new clothes!